I'm tryin to hear some of that mobbMake it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk(Yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then)Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin(That's what I'm talkin 'bout)Old school, in the basement(Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga)Magazine Street, Hillside type(This is what we do, all day like this nigga!)Mobb shit now!(Get this shit crackin den nigga!)It's a drought on(fuck now!)

Beotch!What you holla? What you say? What dey know?What dey know about this, so what dey know?What dey know about this, so what dey know?Beotch! Now...Strictly mobb, strictly mobb

I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyitA hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollarsNigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on thatI stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottleMix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck? Secure my novelWhen, I was fifteen years oldStraight dope game, I was toldI had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they bodyNigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty NaughtyLa-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggersWe do cause trouble cause we dump on niggazYeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot CallerMy little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated missionTryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grindStrapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeplesCome deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long agoSold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass SupremeBuster demand they Zima's and forked toesStarwise, with the helicopter knockoffsMy down South thugs call em elbows, turnin headsWith the personalized license plates with the tremendous bumpFuckin they nose, fakin them domesBreakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homesRidin on rims *tires peeling out*Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action filmsWatch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and finesGiving myself up to the Elroy'sDoing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymesIt's just some shit, some shit that you can ride toSome shit, some shit for you to smoke toSome shit, some shit that you can fuck toSome shit, some shit I can relate to

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It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride toSome shit, some shit for you to smoke toSome shit, some shit that you can fuck toSome shit, some shit I can relate toIt's just some shit that you can listen to, one mo' genMake you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some ginSome shit to make a nigga Practice Lookin HardSome shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard

It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobbI got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye BlindForty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resignIt's too early for this, dude you in your prime!I said -- no not me, I won't stopI'ma do it for my nigga TupacSober see, that can't beI been pervin all day since six o'clockI pull a bootch like a bad toothWith the cheapest Econolodge a nigga like me can findDrop her ass off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone boothStranded freezin to death... Empty handed can itStubborn hella hard to reason withIt's game orienfested, let me explain itI know they say that I been, givin up too much gameBut I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new inventionYou might wanna pay attentionI used to sell Kirby vacumn cleaners but I wasn't a punkI worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) Employee of the MonthLivin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bald-faced liePo-po's raid, I got an alibiShot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfuckerSome cheap shit, Marriot's Great AmericaMean Green hooked me up down SouthMade a name for myself by word of mouth

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Hah... Oh what dey know?Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?Beotch!!

Hella..The board of weebleizations up in this motherfuckerThe board of weebleizationsHead Above Water productionsCollaborated with my motherfuckin nigga, Sam BosstigiliProfessor Bosstigili up on this bitch ass motherfuckin trackFuckin they nose up like thisWhere that nigga Sojourn at, whattup boy?

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Beotch! With this here, we mobbin outWe mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurl?)D-Shot (D-Shot???)B-Legit up in this motherfucker (Yo E-Feezee main!)Young Muggzy, Keveo (You, know!)Tap that ass Celly Cel (Whassup, whassup nigga!)My nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!)D-Day from A-1They doin it like that down they bitch assThe Resevoir hoggs up in this motherfucker!(All day smashin)There go Max and that nigga ParlayLevitti the R&B singer on they bitch assGonna fuck they nose with that mobb shitFuckin they head like thatMy little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitchFrom the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the timeUp in they, bitch ass tall can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!)Cousin C-BoThat nigga Otis and Shug singin"I hope I don't go back to slangin llello" on they bitch assCousin Lil Bruce, Mac ShonThat nigga K-1, GinoSmitty, The Funk Mobb up in this bitch ass motherfuckerFuckin they heads up like thisV-Town nigga Millersville I thought you thought(Uh-huh)Yeah my cousins nigga Down-n-DirtyKamikaze and the Mobb Unit bitchI thought they thought!!..Beotch!!